BJ the DJ
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1. A story 'bout a pal of mine who worked down near the
Georgia line
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as D.J. in a little country
station,
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everybody loved him
dear 'cause he played what they liked to hear,
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he built himself up
quite a reputation.
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2. At record hops he stayed out late and his mom would always wait
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to see if he had
made it home alive,
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she warned against
his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap,
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and that he had to be at work
by five.
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B.J. the D.J., you're living
much too fast,
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and if you don't change your
ways, don't see how you can last.
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3. Every morning just past four from the driveway he would roar,
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overslept and he was late
again,
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then at breakneck
speed he'd drive to sign the station on at five,
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he had lots of records he must
spin.
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4. His mom sat by the radio until his voice told her “hello”,
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she knew then that he'd made
it there alright,
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then she'd say a
little prayer, he'd be safe while he was there,
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and she'd wait up for him
again tonight.
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5. Then one cold and rainy morn' all four tyres were badly worn,
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but still he scratched off
just as fast this time,
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B.J. had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the
curve,
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and he signed off down near
the Georgia line.
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6. Mom sat by the radio, the voice she heard she didn't know,
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B.J.'d never been this late
before,
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but with the roads so bad and
all, she'd wait a while before she called,
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and then she heard the knock
upon the door.
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B.J. the D.J., only
twenty-four,
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a wreck at ninety miles an
hour, he'll spin the hits no more.
(orig. = capo 2nd) (Stonewall
Jackson)